a lot of nothings

Its been ages since I've written anything here... , and as usual I dont really have an agenda.
I guess I have a right to not have one since I am on holiday. . I am in the perfect holiday spirit.
lazy, pampered, hale and healthy.
Its liberating to escape from the daily 4 hours journey up and down to office, the pollution and a lot of other things..
I've watched a couple of movies lately, OSO( for the second time), Jab we met & Sivaahji! Sivaji has to be seen to be believed!, Its unadultrated, unapoloegtic crap. A must watch!
If you're not the artsy types, and dont mind disconnecting your mind for a while, its a joyride. Its worth watching just for vivek and Rajni's red dress and gold locks.Oh ya and its a femillly taipe movie too.
Jab we met, was syruppy. Started off well... but gets on to your nerves when they try to pass of kareena's incessant nonsense and moronishitty as 'cute'. Its essentially about a dumb guy who likes a dumb female who likes a dumb guy.Shahid Kapoor is cute though.. pretty underplayed.
Ha so i dished out something for the lack of something worthwhile to write.
This after half the world and its brother has seen all these movies.
My fingers are tingling to write more arbit nonsense... but not all of it can be published here!
So i shall detingle my fingers and dissapear. Until i can think of something universal to write about.

this and that.....

This is my first post since i started work.. or lets say-since i've been employed. In case you are thinking to yourself its the same thing-Let me tell you-Its not!.


This is not going to be about my half hearted cribs about not getting work today, and the murder of my drive to work and all that jazz.


So yeah, i got a job, joined in June. Got trained on assertiveness, cross cultural sensitivity and dining etiquette and all sorts of regular irrelevant jazz- which was fun nonetheless. . especially knowing you were being paid to do all this; Got trained on more jazz for another 3 weeks... and finally got Bangalore as my base location to my joy and glee and to the relief of my folks.


Its been 2 weeks and my activities involve a ten o clock trip to the fruit ship, a long lunch break and tea break , and then i break to my bus. I think I am slowly starting to get used to the stupor.. i wonder how it will be when i get work...


Its called 'bench'. . ( like you dint know!) , apparently on an average 22% of the work force in the industry lead lives such as mine!.. frequenting all the cafeteria, and toggling between gmail and yahoo. So yeah people on bench are like 'inventory', neatly stacked up to show the greedy clients that 'we have more of them' or something like that. yup. so i am on shelf.


And its kinda nice. . all though i know i am supposed to start worrying soon.


Its a loooong ride to work. I catch the 645 bus near my place.. or sometimes the 730 bus near my sister's office. I prefer the earlier buses.. Bangalore looks lovely in the morning.. I like the the mix of sleepiness, cool morning air and the sights of the city stretching itself up out of bed. Sleepy school kids, vegetable vendors smooth traffic. There is a stretch of vegetable vendors on my ride near madiwala that i particularly like. Its got a lot of fresh mint, ginger and lemon.. so the smell wafts in through the window.. often waking me up from my nap. Its all green, brown and yellow... always make me smile somehow.


Listening to Tangerine now...... lawaleeee :)

2 yrs!

Am posting after almost a year!... I am done with my MBA, back at home, getting my quota of curd rice, vatha kuzhumbu , idlis, loads of old friends, my bike, gulmohar lined roads, patti and thata, my folks, my goofy sister, scrabble..
feels good!... i am surprised at my lack of nostlagia for my campus life. I had a great time but i guess 'when you gotta go you gotta go' no looking back!..
The liberty of taking a walk around the campus at wee hours, 2 am basketball, chatting on the terrace, a little bit of melodrama, dal chawal butter mix, clubs, quizzes, fests .. the feeling of knowing there is so much you can do out there.. and oh 100 mbps internet and DC++.
Fed on malory towers as a kid i always wanted to go to boarding school.. i had a rather romanticised notion of staying away from home, as all 9 or 10 yr are wont to. finally i did go out for my MBA... My mom always told me all those rosy hostel stories were overrated .. but for the first year i was in cloud number 9... thrilled at the liberty, the independence and how ridiculuously one could flout routines and cycles!.. it was everything i was hoping it to be...
but i guess over a period of time the wide eyedness wears out.
At the end of the day however you want the comfort of home, or if not home- a life of your own.you need the place to escape- a distraction.
Spending your complete day(weeks, months) in the same environment, same surroundings can make you myopic at times.. one tends to get too caught up with the little details. When at home, i had the option of escaping from the goings on at college when i reached hoem, numerous other friends.. all in all-healthy distractions-escapes.
In a hostel especially wth a small batch size as mine you run the risk of over familiarity getting too involved with your surrounds. you tend to loose a degree of detachment that is healthy and needed.
Ive probably grown up a lot in the 2yrs I was there. met people...grown a little smarter, a little less wide eyed, shocked myself by certain aspects of my personality, sometimes pleasantly so and at other times a little disappointed. made some great friends, discovered how blind i can be at times-and almost lost one. learnt that compliance for the sake of peace is moronishiity..! i am highly prone to that.
and found out who i am not..and a little bit of who i am.
I am glad i went, and am glad am back.
boy this is serious fare by my standards..!

existential angst!

Lately I've been a tad overwhelmed by my cyber persona...I am more of the colorful splash on my orkut profile, the weed in my blogspot than i am who i am on this side of the computer screen.
If my great gramma were to see me from heaven on a normal day, she'd see me occasioanlly trudging to classes, getting back to my room, sitting in front of a box smiling at it occasionally, laughing, scowling,staring, staring, staring at it till i have to sleep.She'd then think my poor poor little descendent, 'she hath not a life', 'kind heavens shower her with company' after which, god promptly responding would arrange for some sort of an entertainment - 'a meeting', a project meeting, a committee meeting, a 'whats going on' meeting, a 'whats not not going on' meeting. sufferers of an MBA might have had thier great grammas doing such things to them from up there.
to others-It happens :(! most of what you do in an MBA is about that!
But well, this post is about my cyber persona, not about well meaning great grammas doing thier bit, or about my raves and rants about my MBA-Fear not!, It shall out be out in the sun someday soon!But for today, me being my usual incisive, focussed, bang on target, to-the-point self i shall come straight to the matter of consequence-the thought for the day-my cyber persona!
I have more friends floating about in cyber space than around me-which is pretty all right since at some point every real time friend resurfaces in cyber space, i talk to my friend next door online, friends three blocks down online , friends a coupla continents away online.Wheres the concept of distance ? my next door nieghbour could well be in malibu!The internet is a great equaliser that way!
my orkut profile has details of my pet fetishes, my pompous sketches, testimonials... i am an alive and kicking cyber being, all the while when am in my room staring at the idiot box my great gramma would so spike, effectively comatose!
Kind reader!... you must be thinking heres someone whos woken up the internet revolution a decade late!.......... but well i am still wide eyed, and a little stupified by what ive become!...
No one is lost, no one is far,no one is near, no one is really dear either considering how copious an ubiquitous one becomes when ones' permanently logged on to google talk detailing thier litle cyber world of every little scratch - on thier status messages!
We're loosing our market value in a way, remind me of freakonomics where levitt talks of the great information assymetry that the internet blurs....its not just the real estate prices ..its our own lives too!...
Whats my point?.... nothing really!, but i cant help feeling like I've discovered something latent, uncovered a layer blah blah!.... I mean there are two mes! one that s on this side of the screen and another, with a unique existence online, immersed in web paint, thumping around cyber space.
see how profound i am!:)
:P

I've had an overdose of holidays... my soul is screaming out for work, sweat, nights outs and dark circles...
A game of basketball will also do.
I feel aged now, in my second year of MBA, I dont feel threatened enough to do the readings, nor excited enough to watch all the movies on the LAN.So what does one do with a five day break.
Watch movies nevertheless
play crosswords online
chat
sleep
stare at the comp
clean up my desktop
rearrange my desktop
offer to help my friend with an article review(imagine?!)
sit
stand
lie down
watch movies and so forth... you get the drift.....
I keep wanting to write profound stuff on my blog about my deep philosophic introspections, the inconsequentialness( did i invent a word?) of human existence, oil prices, and world peace, but one must settle important matters first ;)
I miss being in first year, the earnestness, wide eyed-ness, the little bit of stuggle to get important things working( like movies on the LAN), wanting to do everything right..discovering people...and a lot more
okay am beggining to sound melancholic!!! I DO not sulk on my blog!....
all though i can if i want to..
I am sounding like some one hit me in the head with an iron rod!..feels liberating!to crap like this.
I repeat -shall soon write about matters of consequence!
until then...
asta lavista!
may the insanity prevail

Back to uskool!...
Feelling the usual bout of first week ambition, plans to kill myself through out the semester, slog, get smarter, reform and all that.
Yeah Right!
Suffering from a chronic summer setback,forgot what subjects I've chosen, the way to my class, and have completely lost the ability to sit through two classes a stretch..
I thought three months would be enough and more to fullfill by absence from bangalore for the past 9 months.... but it turns out it was't.
A lot of unfinished business!..namely
Bun Nippat
Gullus chat
moole manne
Max( which would have been incomplete anyway with my bestest buddy in vilayat)
CInanmon""
Coffeday Cunnningham road""
Veena stores
Honey Cake-Dont they make them any more???:-(
crosswords
Landmark
Longer time at Blossoms
Sankey Tank-The are still repairing it :-((
Lakeview
Smithe's mom's chole!..how can i forget!
A lot of friends!
College


Will keep it mind next time!....

Noo-dals!!

The east and west- the twain shall never meet!..... Tell the chappies that make Maggi dal atta noodles this.... immensely disappointing.
An insultingly bland tribute to Sambhar.... all it has is a smattering of toor dal pieces (or is it grains, specks?, pulses??) and a punchless sambhar podi one wouldnt touch even when suffering from jaundice.
Is there anything that can save this concoction?.... methinks frying it a bit, adding a a generous helping of my gramma's thengai podi, some tamarind, tomatoes,some green chilli and ginger might do the trick....
I shall try it tomorrow...
Yaa... there are more profound things on earth to review like principia mathematica or chaos theory.. but is that going to help consumers make that critical buying decision in the supermarket alley!... will that save a well intentioned mother from stuffing her little one with this protien rich harakiri?! Nay!......... look up to the skies and thank the lord, this is your friendly neighbourhood noodle police!.....
Yes this is what happens to people who have maggi dal atta noodles..
can they sue me for this?